"Both, I suppose. Though probably skewed toward the former."
The stranger who coaxes Ripley to dance is, in every essence of the word, striking. Flowers frame her high brow and scarlet eyes— two jewels set into a pale face— and she gets a sense this woman hails from a world she couldn't possibly begin to comprehend.
"You make it sound easy."
Curiosity forgoes heavily-leaded feet. She abandons her drink, and although she's positive she'll regret it Ripley obliges the woman and follows her out into the lush, open plaza. Bodies sway to the little Oratorio's noise, some she recognizes, most she doesn't. Together they weasel their way into the noisy fray.
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The stranger who coaxes Ripley to dance is, in every essence of the word, striking. Flowers frame her high brow and scarlet eyes— two jewels set into a pale face— and she gets a sense this woman hails from a world she couldn't possibly begin to comprehend.
"You make it sound easy."
Curiosity forgoes heavily-leaded feet. She abandons her drink, and although she's positive she'll regret it Ripley obliges the woman and follows her out into the lush, open plaza. Bodies sway to the little Oratorio's noise, some she recognizes, most she doesn't. Together they weasel their way into the noisy fray.
"So, what first?"